mphynes25

2 years ago

Winning!!

That is the best response to such a poem anyone could have thought of. Probably why nobody has taken the time to post anything else. I have a small shred of advise for the original author of the poem this one was in response to.

While struggling with some of my own memories of life, I had called upon a friend. Begging the question "When will this end? When do the images stop! It has been years, and I still have flashbacks." His response;

"It is like an open wound at first, always bleeding and hurting. Over time it becomes a scab, occassionally something will bump it, causing it to bleed again for a little while. Eventually it becomes a scar, something you carry with you."